The Psychic

She told me this would happen

When we met many moons ago

She knew you were in jeopardy

That you would reap what you sow

She sent an angel to watch over you

While I sat and took the piss

I wish I’d realised then that it would all end like this

Three Wishes

She stops
and sighs
as he
implores
her to stay

But I don’t
think you can
help me,
she says,
turning away

He looks
and smiles
as he
reaches for
her hand

Just trust
me, he says,
for your
wish is my
command

Your illness
robbed you
of your life

And it
robbed me
of my mind

Your death
still cuts me
like a knife

So to
madness I’m
now inclined